Through some sort or miracle their first official conversation had actually gone rather well. Despite the few slips ups at the start anyway.
John collapsed onto his bed a grin still on his face, it had been there all evening but he couldn't seem to manage to pull any other form of facial expression. He and Sherlock had drunk, talked, laughed, and he had even walked John home. These thoughts only made John's grin larger, and he found himself smiling into a pillow.
At one point in the night Sherlock had asked to borrow his phone, John had practically thrown it at him. Not even bothering to ask why, or who the text was going to. For all he knew he could be texting someone who lived abroad and he'd end up with a ridiculously expensive phone bill. But John just couldn't care less, anything to make Sherlock happy.
God, he was smitten already. He knew he was even before they had spoken… but now? God, he couldn't stop thinking about him. Then the though struck his mind what if Sherlock was already in a relationship? What if that was who he was texting? He panicked and dug into his coat pocket pulling out his phone hoping Sherlock had kept the sent text in the sent box rather than deleting it. If it was too secret he would've right? John wasn't being nosey, not at all. Just checking something, he had to make sure Sherlock was unattached before he made a complete and utter fool of himself.
Knew you'd look, John. This is my number. –SH
John practically squealed, he was glad everyone had decided to stay out till late otherwise that would've been rather embarrassing. Sherlock had given him his number. He hadn't had to ask, hadn't had to make up some awkward excuse for getting it. Sherlock had given it to him, and in a rather clever way. Of course it would be in a clever way, it was Sherlock after all.
What was he doing analysing it? He had Sherlock Holmes number for goodness sake.
Ah, very clever. –JW
Oh, John. I was wondering how long it would take. –SH
I had to leave it for a little while, felt like an invasion of privacy otherwise. –JW
Yet you still looked? It appears your morals aren't as strong as you like to think. –SH
Hey! I was checking to see something I'd sent earlier. And I accidentally clicked on yours instead… -JW
You're lying through your teeth, John. –JW
Maybe, maybe. You could've just given it to me like a normal person. Imagine if I hadn't of looked? How would I have gotten in then? Eh? –JW
It was obvious you were going to look; you had been desperate to all night. What was it? Wanted to see what Sherlock Holmes gets up to?–SH
No, it wasn't like that at all. –JW
Oh? Would you care to explain, elaborate for me? –SH
You don't want to know. –JW
I just asked, John. I'm pretty sure that confirms that I wish to know what was the real motive behind your desperation to check who I'd been texting. –SH
You're not right all the time you know? –JW
I'd beg to differ. –SH
Nope, when you were doing that thing you do earlier. –JW
The thing I do? You mean deducing, yes?-SH
Yeah, that. You got something wrong. –JW
I don't recall any of that being wrong, you're going to have to share. –SH
You said I wasn't gay. –JW
Oh. –SH